When the God of Light reached the place where they had stopped, what awaited him was a bedraggled group of souls, all listless and steeped in deathly stillness.
This battle had utterly shattered their confidence.
After all, these new-generation powerhouses had spent years and years preparing.
Brimming with hope, they had planned to break the older generation's rule.
They had once burned with passion, making every preparation for this battle.
They had thought that, even at their worst, they could at least fight their opponents to a draw.
But reality had slapped them in the face.
It had dealt them a vicious slap, waking them up in an instant.
So there had been a reason those Ancient Void Gods had treated their actions with such contempt.
They had once brimmed with hope, declaring that no one should scorn a youth for being poor; their blood had once boiled, believing that a river flowing east for thirty years could flow west for the next thirty.
Yet this was the ending they had met.
Deep down, they could not accept it.
Seeing their dejected faces, the Lord of Light comforted them. "Everyone, don't lose heart. Don't give in to despair. Hou Qing has already lost his life for us. Our resistance will not stop, whether for our own sake or for Hou Qing's."
"Now, our only path is to join forces with the strongest person of this era and wipe out these ancient Gods of the Void together."
"That man carries the King Pan Bloodline. He is incredibly powerful himself, but his subordinates are far too weak. That is our opportunity. As long as we can gain his approval and unite our strengths, we will surely defeat these Ancient Void Gods."
"They are nothing but a bunch of nearly rotten old things,